Punk Charisma

Chapter 3

Lina bends over to grab her bowling ball, the second lightest ball in the alley. Her ass faces me and I can feel the front my pants become tight; I try to look away, but my eyes don't want to leave. The way it curves with her body so well, not too large and not too small, just the right amount that fits with her body. She has a bubble butt, but it's a natural looking not like celebrities now a days.

She gets ready to roll the ball; making sure she has the right angle. Then she goes for it, sending the bowling ball flying down the middle of the pins; a perfect strike. She squeals in excitement, running up to me with such a radiant smile.

"Nice one!" I laugh, giving her a high five.

"Thanks, your turn," she smirks, playfully.

"Don't mind if I do," I step forward to the ball rack.

I pick mine up, standing in front of the aisle. I wiggle my ass on purpose, scoring laughter from Lina. While biting my lip, I send the ball down the side, but turns toward the middle as it reaches the end. Every pin knocks down except one on the far edge.

"Oh come on!" I groan, walking over to her.

"Hey it's okay, you're still ahead of me," she pays my shoulder.

"At least we don't argue then make out after every fucking time like Ashton and Sophie," I chuckle.

She glances at the couple making out, "yea."

I hear the loss of excitement in her voice, it stings. Boy do I wish I could make out with her, but what good what that do for me? Just a leading chain of problems.

I wrap my arm around her waist and pick her off her feet; throwing her over my shoulder. She screams for me to let her down, but I just hold her there while running around the bowling alley. I receive yells, kicks, and punches from her, but I just laugh it off as it doesn't affect me. She's as harmful as a baby, that squishy little face and tiny body would do no good in a fight.

"Luke!! Let me down!" She begs.

"I don't know, I kind of like this," I stop running, nearing Michael and Calum.

"Aww, Luke got a hold of you?" Michael pouts.

"Yes! Please help me!" She responds.

"Luke doesn't just let anyone down until they confess," Calum tells her.

"Confess what?" She stops yelling.

"Your ultimate love for him," he explains.

I squeeze my eyes together from laughing, "you don't need to."

"I was trying to help you," Calum shrugs, with a quirky smirk.

"Fine! I'll do it!" She gives up.

"Sorry what was that?" I tease.

"I love you," she mumbles.

"Couldn't hear ya, babe," I push.

"I love you!" She semi yells.

"I love you what?"

"I have to say more?" I can imagine her rolling her eyes.

"I'll give you a hint, it rhymes with Muke," Michael chuckles.

"I love you, Luke," her voice full of frustration.

I bend down to let her down; once she's standing, I receive a smack on the arm from her. Still can't harm a damn fly.

"Ouch, I'm hurt," I play.

"You forced me to say I love you, you should be grateful," she exhales, fixing her shirt.